The old worn out mailbox
In the garbage heap lay
Replaced with the new
With glorious display.
Until the old woman salvaged
It from the garbage heap
Because she had a reason
This old mailbox to keep.
It had protected her mail
Two generations or more
The news it had brought
Held too many memories
For her to ignore.
The old mailbox will hold
A spot of royal delight
All repainted and fancy
Where the Sun shines bright
In her flower garden.....
Nancy M. Clark © 5-5-2001